Perch @perchingpath@eldritch.cafe
Scarp scree clatter. She, elle.
Within 30 miles of Philadelphia, because of a curse.
Joined Sep 2018
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Gayfeather, colic-root, rattlesnake-master, blazing star,( devil's bite, Cahaba torch, prairie-pine,) I took your list to that fireworks store in Upland, gathered & checked off each rocket, then imagined how you'd stare at a forest fire (guilty? gleeful?) as I put them all back.
Cobbling a stolen dwelling from the corners of your ceiling, their awkward crawlspace, and the rear three feet of a too-deep mower shed. Paintings hung over the joins while further seizures are diagrammed.
Watching, past flicking fins, red efts leaving the clear water above you.
Every year spent untended on the waterfront makes the Ghost Ships of the Delaware field guide more precise. When you see those masses wavering above the spume remain obstinately dark through a lightning flash, you'll tick Masted Topsail Schooner on your checklist and know what to do.
There's no reason beyond habit for screamed vocals to be confined to heavy genres.
butcher bird,
built a ship,
caught grapnel prongs in a fin whale's lip.
far offshore,
quelle veinarde,
impaled herself on a topsail yard.
Can't die 'til I've gathered sufficient intimates to justify a granular seven page will disbursing my worthless possessions in alternately acid and affectionate manners.
Keep a matched pair of Newfoundlands named Onerous & Dolorous, allow them to roam your damp estate. Plant dense, hindersome stands of willow and let white paint flake from your window frames.
The swans swam east out of frame to investigate a littered gold-glitter balloon, discussing it in tones of goosey stridency leavened with a purring nasal trill.
Got done up in jade & lace to step out and have a crystal glassful of pomegranate seeds & kir royal in the company of firework-flustered birds. Thin mist thickening with smoke then attenuating again.
Further evidence for the utility of lipstick in shedding past visual association with Christ.
A pumpkin's dropped anchor in a turbulent bit of the big creek again. Twice makes it a tradition. It's just not winter 'til we've seen a gourd getting gently jostled by the current.
Dreamt of trying to install a music app, Orca, on the wooden cellphone of a friend newly returned from courting a distant princess. Ran into intractable issues because her phone wasn't "problossom"-compatible or "Linwood+". An elf's mundane frustration-dream delivered to me by mistake.
Scarp scree clatter. She, elle.
Within 30 miles of Philadelphia, because of a curse.
Joined Sep 2018
